Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.